I'm having writer's block today! Probably because the hamster on a wheel in my brain is taking up too much space. It woke me this morning at the crack of dawn. My hamster/wheel brain that is. Christmas does that to me.
I told myself this year would be different. This year, I would buy online; go out to eat instead of cooking a huge meal and gift my adult kids with monetary presents. No stockings, over the top decorations or a living room filled to the brim with gifts.
The first thing that happened: my granddaughter asked if I "have (our) stockings?" I thought she meant stockings as in tights or socks. I told her they were with all their stuff I sent home with their Dad from the last time they stayed over night. She got real quiet. Then she said, "No, Gigi. I meant our Christmas stockings." Shoot. Shooty, shoot shoot. In year's past, I not only filled a stocking for every human in the family, all the fur kids got one, too. This year, I'm not even sure where the stockings are.
Next: Some of the things I ordered apparently had to come from another planet, and it is taking awhile. It seems Christmas on Saturn is celebrated in June of the year X3G7. Etsy didn't mention this. Wouldn't you know, the one thing my granddaughter wanted for her mother hasn't arrived yet. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and speculate Gigi will be braving last minute panic traffic this afternoon.
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| Wonder how traffic is on Saturn... |
Then: I must go out because - now bear with me - I have to replenish the stock of "food" for our visitor. This would be living things that jump - some of which are loose now in the forbidden zone. I purchased five dozen of the freaking things over the weekend and half are dead. At first I was sad and upset to sacrifice live things as food for another live thing. Now - I have grown to despise those stinking things and delight in watching them get gobbled up.
Makes me wonder if that's how God felt when he ordered a flood. God, "Okay. that's it. They stink and I have to feed them and they hop around where they aren't supposed to go. Plus I'm sick of dealing with their mess. FLOOD COMMENCE!" Yes, the hamster is definitely screwing with my brain waves.
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| This would be me - woodpecker's gotta go! |
No one has dared to ask if I baked cookies. They all know I'm trying to lose weight by eliminating sugar - so I guess they figure, don't poke the bear.
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